In Iowa, it is legal for a blind person to carry a gun.
Just…let that soak in for a moment.
Now, I’m a big supporter of the Second Amendment, and I’m certainly against discrimination based on physical disabilities, but…seriously? A blind person with a gun? Immense power in the hands of one who has no means of directing it accurately or effectively could have significant and terrifying ramifications.
I’m sure there’s a political aspect to this, but we won’t go there today. (more…)
Oh, Yeah, life goes on
Long after the thrill of living is gone…
A singularly depressing and unwholesome song, yet possessing a kernel of truth.
I’ve rambled on before about how theater is kind of a metaphor for life. I think of this again as I prepare for the second-to-last weekend of Treasure Island. (more…)
The hair is red.
The gables are green.
The clothing is Late 19th Century-Eastern-Canadian-hick.
Hey kids—let’s put on a show!
This time, it’s a family adventure. Of sorts.
If you’ve been reading for a while (bless you) you know that my family has gotten somewhat involved with a local community theater. Carissa and I were part of their production of The Sound of Music, which sucked up our whole summer, and Carissa and Cathy got to be in Miracle on 34th Street, which sucked up our entire holiday season. Alec and Carissa are learning to do tech, and, well, let’s just say the drive to the theater has become quite familiar.
Now cometh Anne of Green Gables, (more…)
This is sucking up the entire holiday season.
I knew it would happen, so I shouldn’t complain—but where’s the fun in that?
Cathy and Carissa have made it through the rehearsal time, and Miracle on 34th Street has officially opened. I am the proud husband of Pedestrian #1, and proud father of an elf.
Pardon me, not just any elf…Elf J.
Whatever that means. (more…)